Page 106 of The Highlander's Christmas Bride

The Kendricks had never celebrated the holiday until Victoria joined the family. Logan refrained from pointing that out, however, since he was simply grateful that the old fellow was still talking to him after last night’s donnybrook.

As if reading his thoughts, Angus narrowed his gaze. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk to ye about. Ye have ground to make up, laddie. Miles of it.”

Logan blew out an exasperated breath. “All right, but can we please not do this in front of an audience?”

“Don’t mind us,” Alec said. “We’re happy to see you get your ar—”

Edie jabbed him in the side.

“Er, see your grandfather talk some sense into you,” he finished.

“Well, not me,” said Edie.

She nodded a dismissal to the footman, then took Alec’s arm and started dragging him toward the stairs.

“Are we going up to the bedroom, after all?” Alec asked, ever hopeful.

“No,” Edie tartly replied. “We’re going to the nursery to spend time with your children. You’ve yet to see them today.”

“Blast.”

“Everyone knows how much you love your children, you big oaf,” his wife pointed out. “Some days, I can’t keep you out of the nursery. It drives poor Nurse demented.”

“Which is why I’m suggesting we go to the bedroom first, so we can make some more children.”

“I will box your ears, Alasdair Gilbride,” Edie said.

“What in God’s name will our guests think of us?”

“That yer husband is a lucky man, lassie,” Angus called after them.

“He’ll be lucky if I don’t shove him out a window,” Edie called back.

She herded him up the stairs, scolding him as she followed. Alec being Alec, he teased her the whole way, their mock argument eventually fading.

“She’s a grand lass, even though she’s aSassenach,” Angus said.

“That she is.”

“But she’s nae too happy with ye,” his grandfather said, going back to scowling. “We had quite the chat about it, first thing.”

“Then she can join the club. Nick wouldn’t even talk to me this morning, and Victoria acted like I’d killed her pet budgie.”

Angus looked perplexed. “What? She doesna have a pet budgie.”

Logan ground his teeth. “Can we please get this over with, so I can go in there and try to make amends to Donella and my son?”

Angus studied him for a few moments before nodding. “Ye ken ye made a right mess of things.”

“I ken verra well,” Logan said dryly.

“That Campbell girl, she’s trouble. I told ye that from the first, but ye never wanted to listen to me—or to Nick.”

“And as I told you both last night, I was simply trying to be nice to the woman. How did you expect me to behave? I all but demolished her life.”

“Ye did no such thing. She went right on to marry that poncy, rich barrister in Edinburgh.” Angus rubbed his fingers together. “Widower, ye ken, on the lookout for a young, pretty wife. Jeannie Campbell was more than happy to fit the bill.”

His grandfather’s trenchant assessment resonated more than he cared to admit. Still, he wanted to be fair.

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